Hey guys it's me! This is a Reylo fic, and I just want to address some things. First of all, this is not an incest ship, okay? I don't think Rey and Kylo Ren are related. Also if you don't like it or don't ship it and want to comment, either give me feedback or don't comment. Comments like "This is terrible" or "I hate this ship" aren't terribly helpful. But hey, it's a free country. Anyways please leave a comment. Thanks!
This is from Rey's POV, and shows her wavering thoughts in the second that Kylo Ren advances toward her in the snow.
I See the Rage
He looks at me, holding his crimson lightsaber aloft like a beacon, and I can see the rage in his eyes. I see something else too though, something like uncertainty. All I once I can see why he went to the Dark Side. His rage covers up his uncertainty, his fears, his fragility. He is vulnerable and doesn't want anyone to know.
But here's the thing, Ben, we're all vulnerable.
I want to help him, to help this boy inside a man's body, the scared boy who hides behind his fear and hatred and anger, want to tell him that it will be okay.
But it won't.
I know he isn't beyond help. Though he just killed his father, I can see that he feels at least some remorse. He hesitates for a split second before advancing on me, a second of weakness flashing in his eyes, which have grown suddenly cold.
Is he beyond help?
I hope not.
But how would I help him?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't
But I have to make my decision.
It's down to fight or flight now, and I have never fled.
I call the lightsaber to me.
I've made my decision.
I'm sorry.